And in her
left palm
the receiving hand
for it is not as well trained
as its sister
and thus must be content
to remain passive, open,
I'd paint a sun.
Turn her flesh
to crystal,
put her shadows to flight.

And in her
right hand
the sender
the talented one
there, I'd place a star
patient with its spectrum
sure in its magnitude
unafraid to be perceived
as small
against the night.